the warrior in me
pulled the trigger
a reflex
precise and controlled
but an instinct
pounded into me
it was the…
….right thing…
to protect myself
my brothers
my country
no need for weapons now
the man in me
walks through dark hallways
in my mind
hearing the shots
feeling the instincts
of those days
proudly in uniform
yet not feeling the…
…right way…
not finding my warrior spirit
to stand tall and remind me
a killer kills without honor
my honor lives
in the breath of those
alive because I did not fail
to act
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